Based on a personal experience Pouring down rain, pitch dark because our street has no street lamps, and no speed limit out in the country. I'm going 40 mph, faster than I want but there is a vehicle behind me wanting to ride in my back seat. In an instant, all I see is light. No more road, trees, rain yet I am still driving. I look ahead and a large deer with magnificent antlers is in my way. As I come closer, he just stares at me, his head held high in pride. I'm thin
I love a good haunted house! Everybody knows that about me. The Avenel House is one of which has always been interesting to me. Back when I was in high school I remember working an early shift on Saturday morning. I passed the house on the way into work and noticed that on the front lawn were huge chairs, at least 5 feet tall! It would take me a step stool and a ladder just to get up there! They were just sitting in the lawn, all around a large table to fit the gigantic size
Here it was the middle of March and freezing cold. It was my first time at St.Albans and my first time ghost hunting ever. I remember walking the outside of the building as the tour guide explained that our group would be in there all night. She described the history as we walked and I'll never forget the broken windows from the second and third floor. It looked like they were taunting me from way up there. Everyone says it, but it really did feel like I was being watched. On
Based on Investigations I am a Ghost Hunter for a reason. It may be a little insane but I have total faith in what I believe in, total faith. People in general are stubborn, a trait that makes us who we are. I do not hear ghosts. I rarely see them, let alone be lucky enough to get a picture. But I hear nothing, nothing. My ghost radar warns me of any presence and threat levels. So how does one talk a stubborn ghost into going to the light? Not easy. I never used voice
Information based on a personal experience The area on the floor in front of me rippled like a lake, fluid. "It was a hole!", my brain tried to register the information as the tug of war over my body continued. I had no fear, so fascinated by this hole. "It was impossible!", I kept telling myself. As my head and shoulders were pulled in, all of the air in my lungs were sucked out. An intense dry heat hit me hard and I was so heavy. No air, no air, I was suffocating. My
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